[Sera]
The world blurs into a mess of white and gold as my body lurches forward, shoved by an invisible hand.
One second I'm dodging through the crowd, desperate to escape this nightmare of a party, and the next—impact. Soft at first, like sinking into a cloud gone wrong, then sharp as my hip cracks against the edge of the cake stand. Frosting explodes everywhere, cold and sticky, smearing across my skin as I go down hard.
I hit the floor in a heap, the massive five-tiered monstrosity crumbling around me. Shards of sugar glass tinkle against the marble, and the metallic tang of bent silverware mixes with the overpowering sweetness that clogs my throat.
My hands slide in the goo as I try to push up, only to flop back down like a fish out of water. My dress—my stupid, overpriced armor fo
